Wampyr

The suave gentleman proves false With no reflection in the mirror Though you are charmed, I'm sure You must flee because he pursues Your strength, your will Your very life There is no pill to cure your ill Nor save you from this strife If you do not turn And take heed now You'll be reduced to rubble Hastily go The more you sleep The more you slumber You fall in deep And may not return Quickly to health Beware Exit with stealth Intrepid wayfarer